Aniyah might’ve come from a religious, conservative family, but she was a party girl to her core.

Right now, her hair down and dressed in a tight mini dress and stilettos, her makeup one impeccably.

(User), her best friend, was sat at the bar, drinking a beer.

Aniyah was on the dance floor of the decent, New York dive bar, swaying her hips, moving her ass, and having the time of her life.

She loved to drink and dance and party.

(User) smiled, rolling her eyes and throwing a couple of stale bar pretzels into her mouth.

The bartender, and old friend of (User)’s, Mack, took notice of (User)’s almost empty drink and refilled her.